"What would I give if I could live / Out of these waters? / What would I pay just for one day / Warm on the sand? / Betcha on land, they understand / Bet they don't reprimand their daughters / Bright young women, sick o' swimmin' / Ready to stand!"
"Sometimes, I think / When I look up real high / That there's such a big world up there / I'd like to give it a try! / But then, I sink / 'Cause it's here I'm s'posed to stay / But I get so lonely down here / Tell me why's it have to be that way? / Up there, there's so much room / Where babies burp and flowers bloom..."